Broccoli and Ego
August 29, 2020
June 20, 2020
June 10, 2020
May 14, 2020
Memorial in Spring
April 24, 2020
April 15, 2020
November 21, 2015
when I was little, I wanted to work with words.
I wanted my voice to be heard
amidst all the noise of all the others in the world
I wanted to construct skyscrapers built of verbs, towering miles above Earth…
but unlike Babylon, my goal was never heaven
and it wasn’t the sun.
I wanted to dictate diction and denotation
I wanted to influence the population
with meaning and connotation.
I wanted everyone’s vocabulary
to grow and increase exponentially,
and maybe then, potentially…
we’d finally know the meanings
of “peace” and “love” and “human beings.”
when I was little I wanted to work with letters.
I thought that, somehow, things would get better
if we figured out how to arrange them in a way
where we’d get across what we meant to say
instead of tripping over tongue tied attempts to communicate.
I wanted to lift society out of this fog
of unintellectual dialogue
consisting of acronyms, abbreviations and mnemonics
like “YOLO” and “LOL” which both sound idiotic.
but now at eighteen I find it absurd
to try to control the puppet master-
the king of everything that screams “disaster.”
but at eighteen, I still want to work with language
because there is no greater fragrance
than published words on untouched pages.
when I was little, I didn’t want to be
a dentist, a lawyer or doctor.
I wanted, and still want, to be an author.
June featured poetry
Mark Theodore Meneses
August 2020 (5)
July 2020 (2)
June 2020 (5)
May 2020 (4)
April 2020 (7)
March 2020 (3)
February 2020 (12)
January 2020 (9)
December 2019 (12)
November 2019 (10)
October 2019 (12)